Wrong Turn on Uluru - Part 3 (Final)
/"I felt something on the top of my head.” Claudia said, “A claw scratching on my skull! I was terrified!"
Read More"I felt something on the top of my head.” Claudia said, “A claw scratching on my skull! I was terrified!"
Read More“The Rock protects itself,” said our Anangu friend. According to him, anyone who did ignorant, disrespectful things to Uluru or Kata Tjuta would suffer mental illness in later years.
Read MoreFar below them the three young men they’d come to rescue were stuck inside an enormous chasm.
Read MoreLooking out over the orange and pink sands, patterned by olive and citron greens of recent rains, I thought of our friend who died on that road. He flies with eagles.
Read MoreI watched her breathing for three or four hours, checking her pulse, alert to any grimace or gasp.
Read More'Couldn’t immigration make some allowance?’ asked my wife. ‘They really don’t care,’ said the officer, looking Claudia in the eye.
Read More"The wild carrot has a leaf which is delicate and curved. We call it Aphrodite’s eyebrow. You have to be very careful though, because the other plant that looks like these is hemlock.”
Read More‘This is a very serious incident —' said Claudia.
‘There was no incident,’ interrupted the doctor.
We came on late notice, told that Claudia’s mother was dying. She nearly died a few times during her hospital admission. The doctor was quietly astonished when we agreed to take her home to care for her there.
Read MoreFor the first time in over two years, there will be no blog post today, following a death in our family.
I expect to be back with you when the next post is due in a fortnight.
Thanks for your continuing love and support.
Janelle
Read More“Why is he worse now than he was before the operation?” John demanded. “Why isn’t he better? Are you telling us he’s not going to get better?”
Read MoreIn his new reality in the hospital, he was being captured and taken away, tortured and traumatised, every night.
Read MoreAs a young mother in my early twenties my earnestness was so severe it came to feel potentially life-threatening. Something had to crack.
Read More“She walked into the shop and started taking all the Coca-Cola out. I knew what she was doing and so did everyone else, but the shop-owner. He had no idea. He just saw profit coming off the shelf, literally."
“She was throwing it out into the street.”
Read MoreShe was psychologically worn down, too -- expected to drink with guests, entertain them and be entertained by them. The bar staff helped by hiding the alcoholic drinks clients bought for her.
Read MoreI began to think Terrible Thoughts. I knew that pesticides were poison. As a flame in my throat flared with each breath or swallow, I became convinced that I had accidentally inhaled a toxic dose of the insect spray.
Read MoreI feel grateful to her for allowing me, all those years ago, to slip in and out of her classroom to learn more about the art and science of slipping sharp needles into people’s veins.
Read MoreI have to admit that I didn’t like the idea of mentoring in the 80’s and 90’s. It seemed to me that if you needed some guidance on a path of greed and corruption, a mentor was the one to help you. You can see my ideas about business were a little narrow.
Read MoreI know many of the birds she describes. I have seen how those desert birds rush in wild flocks.
Read MoreAs I sat one day on the tall hill of sand and sea grass, I realised that the hill was mostly made of shells. Not just any shells, but large shells of tasty shellfish: oysters, cockles, limpets, pipis and periwinkles. All of them good to eat. Six thousand years of shells.
Read MoreSlot Canyon photograph in banner by Sebastian Boguszewicz
Creative Writing by Dr. Janelle Trees
I'm a doctor of Aboriginal descent living and travelling with my photographer wife, Claudia. I see myself as a bridge between 'races' and cultures, gay and straight, the child and the crone, arts and sciences. I am inspired by Nature, including humans in all our splendid individuality.
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